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Prompt: In a different style of clothing
A/N: I take it no one liked the genderswap chapter. Sorry about that. Hope you like this better. Let me know (I don't choose these prompts).
Stiles is not what anyone would ever call a clotheshorse. As long as he has a well worn tee-shirt (preferably clean, but not a requisite), a comfortable pair of jeans (again with the cleanness) and a decent pair of shoes (holes okay) to wear, he's cool.
Which doesn't explain the getup that he's currently dressed in, courtesy of Lydia. He thinks it's a look she called visual key or kei or gay or something with the word visual at the start of it.
He looks...in a word...androgynous.
In another word, ridiculous. He can feel the eyes of his fellow students on him.
The makeup itches, but Lydia refuses to let him scratch at it, or better yet, wash it off, and Stiles thinks that this might've been the worst thing he's done in a long time. How on earth he let his former crush talk him into this, he doesn't know.
Sure, it's spirit week at school and all, but this is a little too elaborate for the theme: In a different clothing style. Whatever that means.
Though, Lydia is actually pretty good with the elaborate, and some of the gawkers are actually smiling at him, and giving him a thumbs' up, and at the end of the day, he ends up winning a costume contest that he hadn't even known about - a fifty dollar gift card to a restaurant that he doubts Derek will want to take him to. Maybe he'll invite Lydia, or just give her the card, because the whole thing had been her idea, and Stiles doesn't even know how he's going to get out of the too-tight clothes (he likes his much, much looser) and take off the makeup, which feels like it's starting to become a part of his skin.
"Don't," Stiles says, holding up a hand to forestall anything negative that his boyfriend might have to say when Derek, waiting for him after school, opens his mouth. "Just take me home, now."
To his credit, Derek says nothing, just makes sidelong glances at Stiles out of the corner of his eye throughout the, thankfully short, drive home. Stiles slams out of the car, and storms up the front steps, nearly tripping over them, and wrenches the front door open.
He knows what Derek's thinking, what the wolf is going to say when he eventually opens his mouth, because, even though Stiles has the reputation for running off at the mouth, Derek, when he does talk chooses his words carefully, but that doesn't mean that they hurt any less for all the thinking and brooding that Derek does ahead of time.
And the looks he's been giving Stiles in the car, well, Stiles is just over that right now, and the makeup is crawling its way beneath his skin, the clothing is riding up the crack in his ass, and he really wants to rewind the day and start over. Say, no, to Lydia. Pretend like none of this ever happened.
What happens next, though, is a complete surprise, and, while it isn't wholly unpleasant, the kiss, the ass-groping, the needy moan against his ear, leave him reeling and gasping for air.
"Wanna go on a date?" Stiles blurts out, once he's caught his breath. He's got the gift card pinched between two fingers, trying to prise it out of his pocket.
Derek's got a feral look on his face, and the wolf's dark eyes spark red. He shakes his head, points to the stairs, and without having to be told twice, Stiles takes the stairs two at a time.
Stiles doesn't have to figure out how to remove the clothing or the makeup after all, because, turns out, that Derek's pretty damn good at that.
Free Reader Tip #18: If you want to keep your wolf happy, clothing is optional. I've found that wolves prefer their mates clothing-free, especially if that clothing is elaborate, accompanied by copious amounts of makeup, making it difficult for the wolf to get at the tootsie roll center of the tootsie pop - namely, you. When it comes to dating a wolf, clothing falls into the less is more category.